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Friday, July 31, 2015

It's
time for another exciting adventure in THE NEW ARCHIES
REVIEWED! Can you believe that we have gotten through
one episode already? Well, only another
twelve to go.

Or,
twenty-four, if you count half-episodes.
Which in this case we will.

Before
I go ahead with today's edition though, I do have a request. It's not a big deal if I can't get it
honoured, as I have quite a few episodes screenshotted anyway.

(Yeah,
I know. Screenshotted isn't a
word. Let's just ignore it for today.)

But
I am lacking a few episodes in the mix.
And, if it's possible, I'd like to find the lost episodes so I can truly
do this feature justice. I can probably
describe them at least, as I have seen all of them before, but screenshots
would make them pop much better.

I have
the first five episodes, as well as eight and half of nine. But I still need the following...

If anyone can send me links to any of these episodes, I will be your best
friend forever!

Okay,
so episode 1A was all about Archie. 1B
was about Betty and Veronica. Who will
the featured Riverdale character be in 2A?

Hmmm...Episode 2A - Last Laugh. Why do I
get the feeling that this episode has Reggie Mantle written all over it?

Okay,
so we're introduced to the exterior of Riverdale Junior High School, and it is
here that we get our first glimpse of Mr. Weatherbee and...

...oh
my good lord, what the hell is he wearing?
Geez, I know Miami Vice was huge back in the 1980s, but this look is
wrong! All wrong! And anyone who has read the comic books know
that Mr. Weatherbee's toupee is basically just three hairs on his head, so
seeing him in a full head of hair is absolutely ridiculous.

Look! Even Mr. Weatherbee's reflection is laughing
at him! Eh, it's a cartoon. That's the only way it works in the world.

Ah,
but there's a reason why Weatherbee is trying his best to look like Don
Johnson. He wants to go to the Sadie
Hawkins Dance with Miss Grundy, and thinks that if he looks sexy in pastel,
she'll swoon in his arms. Wait? When did Weatherbee and Grundy become an
item? I mean, yes, in the Life With
Archie series, they got married before Grundy died of cancer, but still...up
until now, we were lead to believe that Grundy and Weatherbee were just as
asexual as Jughead!

And
speaking of Jughead, there he is, sleeping in the gym, standing up...with
balloons keeping him upright. You know
in real life, Jughead would fall, pop the balloons, and lose the hearing in his
left ear from the gigantic bang.
Luckily, this is a cartoon and nobody gets hurt unless plot calls for
it.

Anyway,
Jughead is "helping" Archie, Reggie, and Eugene decorate the gym for
the dance, which Reggie thinks is stupid because he hates having to do any
physical work, especially for a dance where women ask the men out because he's
a sexist pig in pink argyle. Archie
tells him to knock it off and sweep, but Reggie has other ideas when he spots a
frog hopping in the gym.

No
explanation as to why the frog is there in the first place, but hey. Who needs feasible explanations in the Archie
world? Reggie decides that he will wrap
up the frog in a box, and give it to Miss Grundy as a gift. (Spoiler alert: This is NOT the first time a frog, Reggie, and Miss Grundy are in
a plotline). The catch? He's letting Eugene do his dirty work.

And
Miss Grundy decides to open it on a ladder.
Nothing says living dangerously like opening up a present 20 feet in the
air. The frog jumps out, Miss Grundy
falls to the ground, and the episode ends at her grave.

Just
kidding.

Actually,
Miss Grundy falls into Weatherbee's arms, and Weatherbee - who apparently can't
carry more than six pounds, falls backwards onto the refreshment table, and
sends the cake flying! A quick thinking
Archie manages to save the cake...

...only
for cafeteria worker Miss Beazley to smash it right in his face. But, hey!
Miss Beazley! Don't tell me she
followed the gang through school too!

Anyway,
Miss Beazley has a bowl of her delicious, non-alcoholic fruit punch to serve at
the dance, and she wants to know where to put it, since Grundy and Weatherbee
destroyed the table. But then the frog
- who has decided to wear Weatherbee's toupee jumps into the bowl of fruit
punch, and makes Beazley throw the punch all over Weatherbee and Grundy.

And,
Reggie just laughs like a hyena because he was the one who set this chain of
events in motion. Surprisingly enough
though, he does not get punished. Then
again, Grundy and Weatherbee are covered in fruit punch. I sure hope Weatherbee's new pastel suit can
be dry cleaned.

Of
course, we all know that Reggie is a master of practical jokes, and that he can
be a real jerk about it. And since the
Sadie Hawkins Day dance is fast approaching, Reggie decides to have a little
bit of fun.

For
instance, he takes the old water gun in the bouquet of flowers gag one step
further and sprays Betty with so much water that it destroys her fabulously
expensive 1980s hairstyle that looks no different from how she usually looks.

Then
he pours itching powder down Archie's back while he's trying to get Veronica to
ask him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance, which prompts Archie to practice voguing
long before Madonna made it hip.

Let
your body move to the music, Arch. Go
with the flow.

And
don't think that at the track and field meet that Reggie gives up his prankster
ways. He glues Moose's shoes to the
track, causing him to fall flat on his face.

And
since he still has half a tube of Krazy Glue in his possession, he thinks it
would be a hoot if he glued the flying discuses so that Archie could humiliate
himself even more. Just too bad that
someone else has decided to use the discus instead, and...

...OH
MY GOD! It's Fangs Freakin'
Fogarty! Wow!

For those of you who don't know, Fangs was a recurring character in the Little
Archie universe, and his purpose on the show was to beat up Archie, Jughead,
Reggie...pretty much anyone who went after his girlfriend Penny. And, I'm guessing that Penny transferred
schools and got a restraining order against Fangs because she's nowhere in
sight, and Fangs is now attacking Reggie the same way that Moose would attack
Reggie for going after his "gurl named Midge".

Of
course, Fangs won't break Reggie's face - IF he does one thing. He has to get Veronica to ask Fangs to the
Sadie Hawkins Dance. An easy request.

NOT! Turns out that our Riverdalian Princess with
the Valley Girl accent finds Fangs totally bogus, and he makes her gag without
the spoon! And, like, Veronica totally
wants to ask Archie because his red hair makes her feel truly outrageous like
Jem.

So,
Reggie decides to call Fangs and disguises his voice just like Veronica because
Reggie is lucky that it's the 1980s, and Caller ID was just a fleeting dream in
Riverdale. But how will he get through
this one?

Why,
by dressing up exactly like Veronica, of course, right down to the frizzy
looking mop atop her head. It's a good
thing that Reggie just happens to be wearing the same outfit that Veronica is. Looks like something from the Olivia
Newton-John exercise collection! Very
stylish!

Oh,
but even though the dance is taking place at approximately four in the
afternoon and it is still bright out, and the lights in the gym give off the
same intensity as a Hollywood spotlight, Fangs and Archie can't tell the
difference between real Veronica and fake Veronica.

Because
Archie manages to grab Reggie to get down on the dance floor.

And
Veronica ends up getting abducted by Fangs Fogarty. Or, maybe that's Fangs' way of getting down
with his bad self. Who can say?

And,
hey, look! It's Big Ethel in the
bleachers with Jughead and Betty - and once again, Jughead doesn't speak a word
as he's too busy gorging on whatever food there is at the dance. I don't even know how Jughead's voice artist
actually made any money in this show at all.
I think he's spoken fewer words in the first three episodes than there
was in Dr. Seuss' "Green Eggs and Ham". And one of those words was Feltzig.

(Oh,
and the reason why they call her Big Ethel is because of her height. And standing next to the other characters,
Ethel is obviously eight feet tall.)

But,
hey, at least Ethel managed to convince Jughead to go with her to the dance by
bribing him with food. Betty - who
happens to be dressed like either a Bangle or a Bananarama member - decided to
invite herself to the dance, which I find hard to believe. I mean, Moose was single since he doesn't
meet Midge until high school. She could
have gone with him.

But
Betty had her heart set on Archie and is pissed that Veronica snatched him away
- again. And this prompts Ethel to look
at the dance floor and become quite confused at the fact that Veronica has
cloned herself.

Before
Ethel can say anything though, Miss Grundy turns off the synthesizer music and
tells everyone to shut up. It's time to
announce the Queen of the Sadie Hawkins Dance.

Wait. When did a Sadie Hawkins Dance have a
queen? A homecoming dance or prom I can
see...but a Sadie Hawkins Queen? Wasn't
Sadie Hawkins like a redneck woman and not a high-class broad?

Then
again. It's a cartoon. Nothing makes sense in a cartoon.

And
here's where things get dicey. The
queen of the dance is EthelBettyMiss Beazley Veronica Lodge! But when you have two Veronicas approaching
the stage at the same time without a stick of Doublemint gum in the shot, you
know that a catfight is about to take place.

Sure
enough, Veronica pulls off Reggie's wig, removes the toilet paper stuffed
inside his shirt, and makes fun of his Olivia Knockoff John rags before chasing
Reggie out of the gym wanting to scratch his eyes out.

Oh,
and Fangs follows along too, as it wouldn't be a day if Fangs didn't try to
kill someone.

But
I'm guessing that Reggie must have gotten away, as he appears in the next
episode.

But
yeah...this episode was a mixed bag in many ways. Sure, it was great to be introduced to some new characters like
Mr. Weatherbee, Big Ethel, and surprisingly Fangs Fogarty. And it was nice to see Reggie actually pay
for his mischief and tricks. But the
whole "I'll be your doppelganger" storyline has been done to
death. Just ask current fans of
"The Young and the Restless" for proof of that. And honestly, the story was fairly blah. So Reggie dresses up as a girl to fool the
school bully so he won't beat him up.
The thing that makes me question is all is why nobody busted him
sooner. I know Fangs isn't the sharpest
knife in the drawer, but Archie was unintentionally made to look like a
complete idiot. Sure, he's indecisive,
klutzy, and a two-timing beast, but he at least had some smarts.

Then
again, there are no rules in "The New Archies". We just have to watch it. Or rather, I have to watch it and review it.

Coming up in next week's show, we are introduced
to another new character - as well as a mystery that would make the Hardy Boys
wish they worked at Burger King.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

There
has been a lot of talk about this recent news story coming out of the African
nation of Zimbabwe, and of course, I have my own opinions on the subject.

I'd
like to show you a photograph to kick off this blog.

I'd
like to introduce you to Cecil the Lion.
He is - or rather, he was - one of the most gentlest lions to
ever grace the earth. At 13, he was
nearing the end of his natural life span (most lions in the wild rarely see
their sweet sixteen), and he had spent most of his life in Hwange National
Park. He was tracked with a GPS device
embedded in a collar, and he was observed by the Wildlife Conservation Research
Unit at Oxford University. It's a
program that has been in place since the late 1990s, and the program was
designed to measure the impact of sport hunting beyond the park on the lion
population in Africa.

And
Cecil was well loved and well respected.
He was a fan favourite of all of the tourists who visited the park, and
he seemed to trust human beings very much and was gentle around them. That's what makes Cecil's story even more
tragic and senseless.

You
see, Cecil the Lion is no longer with us.
He was killed a few days ago.
And the way in which he was killed is so barbaric and so inhumane that
it has definitely got social media talking, and has vilified (and rightfully
so) the man at the center of the controversy.

I
actually don't want to post a photo of this man because to see his face makes
me nauseous. But the man at the center
of this is a dentist from Minnesota named Walter Palmer.

Now,
Walter Palmer is no stranger to big game hunting. He has gone on several hunting expeditions all over the world,
and has proudly posed next to his "trophies", which include a rhino,
a bear, and even another lion. I
suppose that one could compare him to Noah from Noah's Ark, only in that tale,
Noah collected animals to save them from the flood. In Palmer's case, he collected animals to display them in his
home or to brag about killing them, even though in all likelihood the animals
had done nothing to him. He's even
spent thousands of dollars to fuel his hobby.

In
the days leading up to Cecil's death, it is reported that Palmer paid a
whopping $55,000 to shoot and kill the lion with a bow and arrow, and two men
native to Zimbabwe assisted him.

Now,
here's where things get sickening.
According to park rules, animals within the confines of the park can NOT
be harmed in any way. So, in order to
continue his mission, Palmer and his guides lured the lion out of the park's
confines with a dead animal attached to their car. Once Cecil had ventured close enough, Palmer aimed his bow and
shot an arrow into Cecil.

Here's
the thing. Cecil survived the
impact. Lions are huge animals, and one
arrow typically wouldn't cause a whole lot of damage unless you knew exactly
where to aim it. Cecil quickly went
into hiding, but thanks to the GPS device, Palmer and his crew knew exactly how
to track him.

FORTY
hours later, they finished the doomed lion off with a gunshot, and immediately
after that, the lion was decapitated and skinned, with its remains left
abandoned just outside of the park.

Just
picture this for a moment. Someone PAID
over fifty thousand dollars to kill this beautiful lion. And the method of how they killed this lion
and what they did to him is unspeakable horror.

As
far as I am concerned, I see no justification for this incident to have
happened at all.

I
am not completely against hunting in some cases. If it is a matter of survival, that's one thing - but someone who
obviously has that much money to dispose of obviously wasn't starving to
death. If the lion had been extremely
wild and lunged at him, then I can justify a self-protection shooting, but this
definitely wasn't the case. And even if
the killing was in self-defense, there is absolutely ZERO excuse for skinning
and beheading the lion.

I
still get horrified just reading the details.

Of
course, with the way that the Internet is, it didn't take long for the dentist
to be outed as the one who killed Cecil, and immediately people shamed him all
over the world. Many people were just
as horrified that Cecil had to die in such a brutal fashion, and some were even
calling for the dentist to suffer the same fate as the lion he killed. I'll talk about that a little later.

For
the record, Palmer issued an apology for what had transpired, and it read like
this; (courtesy of Brian Reis' Twitter page.)

My
thoughts? Too little, too late. The fact that Cecil the Lion was a well
known attraction of the park is not really the real focus point. The point is that he willingly broke the
rules in order to kill this lion in the most brutal way possible. Not only did he lure the lion out of its
protective habitat, but they tried to destroy the GPS collar so that his body
would not be found. He is only sorry
that he got caught and outed. Now his
name is completely trashed, and his dentist office is now closed - who knows
how long that office will be shut down?

I
definitely agree that Palmer should be held accountable for Cecil's death. After all, what he did was reprehensible. But I don't believe in an eye for an eye
philosophy. I don't think that would
teach him anything, and it is very hypocritical to wish him the same fate that
the lion suffered.

Besides,
after all this is over, I think the damage done to his reputation is a just
punishment.

But it also bothers me. Of course, we're making an example of Palmer
in this case, and rightfully so. But
that's only because the Internet allowed us to identify him right away. This probably wasn't the first time that an
incident like this happened. Who knows
how many animals have died at the hands of poachers, hunters, and big game
hunters who have yet to be identified?
It's a scary thought.

Cecil, you did not deserve this. You
deserved to live out the rest of your life in peace. This was not how you were meant to go out, and I am so sorry that
you had to die at the hands of a man who only saw dollar signs and bragging
rights in front of his eyes, not compassion and tenderness.

I think that to close this piece off, Jimmy Kimmel can say things a lot better
than I can.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

I
can't believe that in less than three days from now, I'll be at my permanent
new address!

Although
I technically have until the end of August for me to get all of my stuff out of
the apartment - and believe me, with the amount of stuff that I have accumulated
over the years, I am going to need every last day - I will be heading over
there at the beginning of August to work on painting, scrubbing, ripping,
tearing...basically fixing up the place.

And,
well...until all of the renovations are complete (or more than likely, until I
run out of money), I will be living in a mostly empty house.

It
makes no sense to move in my furniture right now before I get all of the
renovations finished. It is such a pain
to throw plastic covers all over beds, couches, and wooden tables just so you
don't drip any paint on them. Believe
me, I know from experience.

Now,
living in a house completely devoid of furniture is a very strange
experience. The walls always echo, the
space inside is too open and yet you feel strangely claustrophobic. You know that at some point, the house will
become more of a home, but until it does, you know that it's going to be at
least a couple of weeks of roughing it.

Fortunately,
I came prepared.

It
helps immensely that I called ahead and asked the utility companies to hook a
brother up, so at least I have lights, water, and gas heating - not that I
really need the last one right now as we're in the middle of a heatwave, but
it's nice to know that I have it, just in case we get an August snowstorm, or
what have you.

I
also bought my temporary bed to use just until I get my bed packed up and ready
to go.

Bam. Cost me about $50, but this way I can always
use it as a spare in case I get any company over. I just hope that it is comfortable.

Then
again, when I went to university, the beds that we got were so hard and
uncomfortable that I had to use that eggshell foam to make it more slumber
worthy. Air mattresses aren't nearly
that firm.

And
what I mean by firm, I mean plywood like.

I'm
also slowly, but surely, bringing in a few boxes of my belongings that I will
either store in the garage or the upstairs.
Since most of the renovations will be done downstairs, I figure it's a
good bet to store them there. Besides,
with having no TV and no Internet at the house (at least not until September),
I'm going to have to bring a lot of books with me to pass the time. Lucky for me, I have like five thousand of
them.

(What
can I say? I'm an avid reader.)

Perhaps
the biggest challenge will come from the fact that while I have heating figured
out...I do not have central air yet.
So, the next couple of weeks will be rough for sleeping. I'll probably be bringing a fan or two or
thirty-seven just to keep me cool.

Though,
I suppose I could just sleep in the basement for now. I haven't decided yet.

Either
way, I know that the end date is coming very soon...so roughing it for a while
will be so worth it. Besides, I could
use the quiet time to reflect on some things.
Real thought provoking things.

Things like...should I use baby blue for the
walls, or a deeper shade?

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

It's
time for another edition of the Tuesday Timeline, and it's also the last
Tuesday Timeline for the month of July.
I'm not going to lie to you.
July's been a fantastic month for me, and I really am sorry to see it
end. The only thing I wish I could change
about July is that I wish the temperature wasn't so blistering hot. I've never liked heat or humidity much. Give me a nice blustery fall afternoon any
day of the year!

But
yeah, July 2015 will go down in history as a very good month, and I think that
in the world of sports, today's Tuesday Timeline date is one that should be
celebrated. After all, the subject is a
famous Canadian hero.

We'll
get to that a little bit later. You
know the drill by now.

1540 - Thomas Cromwell is executed for treason on the
order of Henry VIII of England - who would go on to marry fifth wife Catherine
Howard that same day

1821 - Jose de San Martin declares the independence of
Peru from Spain

1866 - Vinnie Ream becomes the first (and youngest)
female artist to receive a commission from the United States for a statue of a
president (the late Abraham Lincoln)

The
date happens to be the birthdate of today's subject. And although his life was cut prematurely short, in the years
that he did live, he achieved quite a lot.
He was the top Canadian newsmaker of 1980 and 1981, he was named a
Companion of the Order of Canada, and an annual charity run has been named in
his honour which raises millions of dollars for cancer research all over
Canada.

He
was the figure that breathed life into the "Marathon of Hope". And while he never did fully accomplish his
goal, he touched the hearts of every Canadian who followed his goal, cheering
him on the entire way.

This
is the story of Terry Fox, who would have been fifty-seven years old today.

And
Terry's story started off quite normally.
Born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, he was the second born of four children to
Betty and Rolland Fox. When Terry was
eight years old, the family relocated to Surrey, British Columbia, and by the
time he was ten, the Fox family had settled in nearby Port Coquitlam. Terry's childhood was fairly normal, but his
parents had noted his competitive spirit at an early age. Already showing signs of being a gifted
athlete, Terry refused to admit defeat in anything. He would put forth the effort and practice hard until he was proficient
in a specific sport, then move on to the next challenge.

By
the time Terry entered high school, he was more than determined to make the
various sports teams, but he had one major disadvantage. He stood at just over five feet tall, and
many people saw his short stature to be a detriment. But leave it to Terry to prove everybody wrong. He played a variety of sports such as
soccer, rugby, and baseball. His real
passion was basketball, but he was too short to really make much of an impact
on the team. Instead, the coach advised
him to take up distance running. Fox -
in an effort to please his coach - took part in cross country running, but
ironically enough, it was not his passion at that time.

You'll
learn why I say it was ironic a little later.

By
1976, Fox had graduated from high school, and had enrolled at Simon Fraser
University to become a physical education teacher. He majored in kinesiology, and joined the school's junior varsity
basketball team. Things were going
great for the eighteen-year-old who had a list of dreams that seemed endless.

Things
began to unravel in the fall of 1976.
In November of that year, Terry was involved in a motor accident in
which he crashed into the back of a pickup truck. Though Terry survived the accident, he was left with throbbing
pain in his right knee. The pain would
come and go over the next few months, but Terry didn't believe that it was
anything serious, and finished the basketball season. By the spring of 1977, the pain was getting worse, and not
knowing the reason why, Terry made an appointment with his doctor to find out
what was going on.

Sadly,
the news was not good. He was diagnosed
with osteosarcoma - cancer of the bone.
And the only way to remove the cancer was to amputate Fox's right
leg. It was certainly a devastating
blow for the Fox family, but Terry took it all in stride for a couple of
reasons.

Firstly,
Terry was one of the most determined people to have ever lived. Even though losing his leg was a setback for
him, he refused to let it define him.
In fact, he made it a mission to get back on his feet as soon as
possible. And sure enough, less than a
month after the amputation, Fox was back up on his feet - with help from a
prosthetic leg.

But
what perked Fox up even more was the fact that the cancer that he had was not
only treatable, but had a 50% chance of not coming back again. The previous year, that number was only
15%. The reason why Fox's odds improved
was because of the extensive cancer research in treatment methods. And this likely planted the seed in Terry
Fox's mind to bring awareness to cancer treatments.

And
just because he lost a limb, it didn't deter him from continuing to enjoy the
sports that he once loved. His father
turned him onto golf, and Fox was recruited by another Canadian born hero Rick
Hansen to join his wheelchair basketball team.
With Fox's determination and skill, he helped guide his team to three
national titles!

However,
his mark on the world was still yet to come.
And Fox saved the best for last.

In
the summer of 1979, Fox had competed in a marathon in Prince George, British
Columbia, and while he was the last participant to cross the finish line, his
sheer determination to finish the race prompted everyone watching the run to
cheer him on. That moment, combined
with an article he had read right around the time of his surgery that focused
on Dick Traum - the first amputee to compete in the New York City Marathon -
inspired Fox to come up with his fundraising idea.

It
would come to be known as "The Marathon of Hope". And it would be an ambitious goal. He would attempt to go coast to coast across
Canada to raise awareness for cancer research, and he wrote a slew of letters
to the Canadian Cancer Society as well as to various sponsors asking for
donations to get the project off the ground.
The only stipulation was that in order for him to accept the donations,
the companies had to promise that they would not force him to endorse their
company. He wanted the run to be a
non-profit one.

The
marathon began on April 12, 1980 in Newfoundland, with Fox dipping his
prosthetic leg into the Atlantic Ocean.
He filled two jars with ocean water, with plans to dump one in the
Pacific Ocean upon the completion of his journey. Supported by his best friend Doug Alward - and later on by his
brother Darrell - Fox endured a lot of complications during his run. The weather was all over the place, with him
running through snowstorms, thunderstorms, windy days, and scorching heat. But through it all, he visited several
communities on his journey. Entire
towns would gather around to present Fox with donations worth thousands of
dollars, and when he reached Quebec, he found an angel in Isadore Sharp, who
offered to pledge two dollars for every mile he ran (and encouraged thousands
of other businesses to do the same).

He
arrived in Ontario just in time for the July 1 holiday, and despite the
sweltering summer heat, he continued to average 26 miles a day. On July 1, 1980, he was the guest of honour
at a Canadian Football League game, and kicked a football in front of 16,000
people, all of whom gave him a standing ovation. It was the first time that Terry Fox realized just how huge the
Marathon had gotten.

But
not everything about the Marathon of Hope went smoothly. He was getting annoyed at certain newspapers
caring more about his personal life than the fundraising goals, and he had
started to look at the media as being too intrusive. Of course, it was a double edged sword, as if it weren't for the
media reporting on Fox's progress, the Marathon of Hope wouldn't have gotten
the reception that it did.

But
more than that, the physical toll the marathon took on Terry Fox was
brutal. He never really took a break
from running - not even on his 22nd birthday - and his body took a beating from
suffering from inflamed knees to having stress fractures on his ankle.

And
then in September 1980, Fox received some tragic news. The cancer had come back and had spread to
his lungs. This caused his Marathon of
Hope to end prematurely, after running for 143 days, and traveling for over
five thousand kilometres - his journey ending just outside of Thunder Bay.

But
even though his marathon had to end...it did what Fox had intended. Almost two million dollars was raised during
the event - every penny being donated to cancer research. And while Fox had every intention of
finishing the run, the cancer had spread too far, and it was already too late.

He
succumbed to the disease on June 28, 1981 - just one month before his
twenty-third birthday. And his death
saddened an entire nation. Flags all
over the country were lowered to half mast, and his funeral was televised in
Canada.

It's
been thirty-four years since Fox's physical journey ended. But as we remember him on his 57th birthday,
his contribution to the world continues even today. The Terry Fox Run has been going on since September 1981, raising
millions of dollars annually. And because
of the money that Fox donated (and the near $650 million raised since his death),
the cancer that Fox was diagnosed with now has a 70-80% survival rate - and no
longer is amputation considered the only method of removing the cancer.

He
was a man with a mission. And even
though he could not make the finish line physically, I'd say he got the point
across.

Happy
birthday, Terry Fox...and thank you for your contribution to Canadian society.

Monday, July 27, 2015

I'm
being serious here. When I was growing
up in a little small town in Southeastern Ontario, I really wanted a tickle
trunk all of my own.

Now,
I suppose that some of you are probably thinking that I have completely lost
the plot here. You're probably
wondering what a tickle trunk is, and what it is used for. Some of you are probably thinking that it's
something used for naughty activities, and how dare I talk about that sort of
smut on this blog!

I
dare talk because a tickle trunk is nothing bad. In fact, it's probably one of the most non-threatening things
that one could ever hope to have in their home.

But
where does the origin of the tickle trunk come from? Well, I have a feeling that people my age and older who lived in
Canada and possibly any states that bordered Canada would instantly know what I
am talking about. But for those of you
who don't, here's a little hint.

The
show was "Mr. Dressup", a Canadian television program that ran for
nearly thirty years on CBC. And it was
a show that I absolutely loved. I loved
Mr. Dressup's creativity in telling classic stories. I liked when he hung around with Casey and Finnegan. I liked when he had special guests drop by.

And
most importantly, I liked Mr. Dressup's tickle trunk. It was a bright red trunk that sat in the middle of his living
room, and it was painted with flowers and butterflies. Looking back on it, it was probably hip and
modern back when the show began in the 1960s, as psychadelic patterns were all
the rage. At any rate though, the
tickle trunk was definitely a piece of television history that I really wanted
in my own room.

Now,
I suppose you're wondering why the trunk was called the tickle trunk. No, it was not a place where you could sit
down in and get tickled to death.
Believe me, as someone who HATES being tickled, I most definitely would
not want that kind of tickle trunk.

No,
the reason why it was called the tickle trunk was because there were some
instances in which the trunk would be stubborn, and refuse to open for Mr.
Dressup, so in order for him to gain access, he would have to tickle the lock a
little bit. If he tickled it at just
the right place, it would spring open.

And
what was inside the tickle trunk was the very reason why I wanted one.

You
see, part of the reason why the show was called "Mr. Dressup" was
because inside the trunk was a lot of clothing and costumes. I mean a LOT. I swear, that trunk had a bottomless pit with the amount of
clothing items that Mr. Dressup had in there.
There were hats, scarves, coats, sweaters, goggles, boots, and so much
more.

And
did I mention that the tickle trunk was magical?

No
matter what Mr. Dressup pulled out of the trunk, whether it was a jacket, a pair
of shoes, or a toque, everything fit him like a glove. Everything was a perfect fit! If only our closets and drawers at home were
the same way. I probably have quite a
few articles of clothing that are either too big for me or too small for
me. Only about 20% of my wardrobe would
classify as a perfect fit. Not a great
track record.

So
yes. One perk to a tickle trunk is an
endless selection of clothes, with every article being a perfect fit.

But
another perk about the tickle trunk was that no matter what, Mr. Dressup could
find the perfect outfit to wear for any occasion.

Let's
suppose that he was acting out a play in which he had to play the ruler of a
kingdom. Would you like to bet that in
the tickle trunk, there would be a cape, a scepter, and a crown? Or, if he wanted to pretend that he was a
fireman, you can bet that there would be a fireman jacket and a fire hat.

I
know that it would certainly make my getting dressed easier. If I was thinking that I wanted to go for a
run, I wouldn't have to worry about looking for my running shoes, as they'd be
right there in the trunk. Or, if I had
a job interview and needed to find my tie, it'd be right there. Seriously, it would make dressing up for the
day a lot easier!

But
of course, the real reason why I wanted a tickle trunk - and why everyone else
should have a tickle trunk in their home?
It promoted creativity.
Imagination. Fun. It was the very symbol of childhood.

And who knows?
Maybe when I get fully settled in my new home - I'll add a tickle trunk
into the decor!

Sunday, July 26, 2015

You
know, when I first began doing the Sunday Jukebox entries in this blog four
years ago, the vast majority of entries were about one song. Usually they came from songs that I had
listened to on the radio, or songs that were playing on the loudspeaker at
work. Sometimes I did a feature on
country artists, while other times covered a song that was based on a theme
week (I'm thinking of the time I wrote a blog on Van Halen's "Hot For
Teacher" during Back to School Week).

But
sometimes, I would do a spotlight on a whole album's worth of songs. And I have to say that I really enjoyed
writing those types of entries because it allowed me to focus on a variety of
different songs, and it allowed me to do a more in-depth analysis of an artist
or band.

So,
I thought that for the rest of the year, I'd do album spotlights for the Sunday
Jukebox entries. After all, learning
how albums come together, and how singles are chosen to promote albums is
always fun to learn about, right?

I
guess you could consider this to be a combination of a Sunday Jukebox entry and
a Tuesday Timeline entry, as I'll be featuring an album spotlight from the
past.

In
fact, today's album that I'll be featuring was released thirty-three years ago
this month!

That's
1982, to be exact. And, hey, get a
glance of the Sunday Jukebox year logo!
I decided to go musical and colourful!
This logo will be in play only on Sundays though.

And,
the album that I'll be focusing on comes from a man who bleached his hair long
before Zack Morris ever did. A man who
released several punk rock hits during the 1980s, and nearly died in a
motorcycle accident in 1990.

A
man who - believe it or not - is turning SIXTY this coming November.

Yes,
today we'll be focusing on British musician William Michael Albert Broad. But, let's face it. Having a name like THAT would never fly in
the world of MTV and rock music. He had
to go by something a little cooler.

Like
maybe, Billy Idol, perhaps?

And
it was 33 years ago this month that Billy Idol released his breakthrough
self-titled album. Though it
technically was not his first album (his first album was an independent release
in 1981), this was his first studio album.
And even though only three singles from the album became hits, it was
enough to get him noticed by both UK and US fans.

Released
on July 16, 1982, "Billy Idol" contained ten singles, two of which
were huge hits. The album sold so many
copies (it was certified Gold in the United States, selling at least half a
million copies), that it was reissued one year later, and included a third
single that was released in late 1981.

And,
yes...I'll be covering all three hits in this blog. Are you ready for a music session with the man who at the time
had more blond ambition than Madonna? I
bet you are!

1.
DANCING WITH MYSELF

Released: 1981

Peak
Position on the Billboard Charts: #102

Peak
Position on the Billboard Dance Charts:
#27

Now,
here's an interesting fact about this song.
The 1981 release date happens to be the year that Billy Idol recorded
this solo version. And it happens to be
a cover version from a song that Idol had performed with his first band back in
1980. Until 1980, Idol was a member of
the punk rock band Generation X, and the original version of this song (which
peaked at #62 on the British album charts) was definitely a lot louder and
harder than the solo version that Idol would release. Have a listen to the original 1980 version of the song.

Billy
Idol made the conscious decision to tone down the guitars and made the song more
pop friendly to allow it to be played on Top 40 radio stations. I am actually shocked that the song did not
make it beyond the "Bubbling Under" charts, because I recall
"Dancing With Myself" to be kind of a signature tune for Billy
Idol. But I guess it's one of those
songs that got popular as time went on.
I imagine that its presence in bars and clubs during the early 1980s
helped it climb the Dance charts, and to this day, the song is one that is
heavily featured during sports events to help energize the crowd.

2.
HOT IN THE CITY

Released: May 27, 1982
Peak Position on the Billboard Charts:
#23

I
have to say - aside from "Eyes Without A Face" (which would not be
released for another year) - this is probably my favourite Billy Idol
song. Released in late spring 1982,
this song was probably the summer soundtrack for a lot of people during that
year. It was also Billy's first major
success in the United States, reaching the peak spot at #23.

You
might have never known it until now, but there were several versions of this
song released. They all sound the same,
mind you, but different radio stations in various areas of the United States
were given different tapes to play. The
album version has Idol shouting "New York", but there were also
versions in which he would yell "Boston" or
"Minneapolis". Wherever your
radio station was located, that was the city that you heard.

(Mind
you, not all cities were represented. I
can't see Billy Idol shouting "Sheboygan!". I honestly don't know if Idol can even pronounce Sheboygan!)

Oh,
and I should mention that one of the two music videos made for the song was
banned by MTV. When the single was
re-released in the UK in 1987, a version was released where Perri Lister was
bound to a cross at the end of the clip.
Apparently, MTV decided that was too controversial...and yet two years
later, Madonna was dancing in front of burning crosses. Go figure.

And
finally...

3. WHITE WEDDING

Released: October 23, 1982

Peak
Position on the Billboard Charts: #36

Again,
I am a little shocked that this did not chart higher than it did...but then
again, it was Billy Idol's first exposure to the American audience. Not every artist has a smashing debut.

What
I can tell you though is that the success of this single is linked to the very
creative music video. Directed by David
Mallet, the video features Perri Lister as the bride (she and Idol had dated
exclusively for years at the time that this video was filmed - they broke up in
1989). And I don't know what it is
about Lister, but once again, this video was slightly censored by MTV. The scene in which Billy Idol forces a
wedding band made out of barbed wire on Lister's finger which shreds her
knuckle was edited out - even though Lister was perfectly okay with the scene
being shot as she felt the scene would be more realistic.

The
scene with the exploding kitchen? The
set was previously used in a David Bowie music video.

And
the subject matter of the song? Well,
obviously it has to do with the bitterness of the singer regarding his sister
getting married and him not approving of the union at all. But the rumour has it that Idol wrote the
song about his own sister, and his misgivings about the wedding.

Either
way, the song definitely made you think about the dark side of "happily
ever after".

So, that was how the career of Billy Idol
began...with a self-titled studio album and a dream to make music. I'd say he succeeded.